At the bar...
"Who are you?" the walrus-toothed man demands.
"I... don't... don't know," is the best Phil can manage.
"Nice try," the walrus man growls, pulling Phil to his feet. "You're a meta. We felt you probing all of us, trying to read our minds."
"I wasn't..."
"Hold up a second, Chewy," one of the men with the bouncer says. "He might be emergent."
Phil is confused. "Emergent?"
"He doesn't know he's a meta and his powers are just starting to manifest. He might be legit."
Chewy - if that's really his name - lowers Phil to the ground. "Sorry about that."
"No harm done," Phil stammers.
"I'm Chewy," the walrus-toothed man says, "and this is Grimm and Danny."
"I'm Phil... and that's all I'm really sure of."
"What do you mean?" Grimm asks.
"Well," Phil explains, "I woke up one morning in a truck stop and I didn't have any idea who I was. I had some cash in my wallet, and the driver's license said my name was Phil, but that's about all I know."
"That's pretty odd," Danny says. "Well, what brings you here?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Whatever," Chewy says. The others shrug. "Well, it's getting pretty close to closing time, so whatever you're doing, you don't gotta go home, but... well, ya know."
"You got a place to go?" Grimm asks.
"Not right now," Phil replies.
"Well," Danny suggests, "You could probably stay in our building until you find something a bit more regular."
"You sure?"
"Yup. Come with us."
[ 09-22-2002, 03:16 PM: Message edited by: Captain Sammitch ]
